Michael scowls at the implication that he's hoping Kyle will blow it. He looks away as he takes another shot of whiskey and probably is going to drink at too fast a pace for a moment here. He pours them both another shot after the other downs one and pushes his fingers through his hair again. To his credit, at least he doesn't interrupt Kyle while the other is talking.
Grandstanding, he'd call it actually.
"I'm not hoping you're going to blow it, unless you mean my dick and then maybe I am," Michael says and leans back for a moment.
"He doesn't belong to me, he never belonged to me Kyle." He looks down at the table. You know what, they could go in circles on this forever and he just shakes his head. "This isn't going to help accomplish what you want," he said, meaning this topic, this direction of the conversation. They could both go back and forth on their expectations of this. Michael knew that he isn't the type that people stick with for long.
"I don't hate you, though. I hate how you treated Alex but if he's moved on from that then," Michael shrugs. Kyle's shown he knows how to treat Alex good now and that counts for something. "What do you want to know about me?"
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Grandstanding, he'd call it actually.
"I'm not hoping you're going to blow it, unless you mean my dick and then maybe I am," Michael says and leans back for a moment.
"He doesn't belong to me, he never belonged to me Kyle." He looks down at the table. You know what, they could go in circles on this forever and he just shakes his head. "This isn't going to help accomplish what you want," he said, meaning this topic, this direction of the conversation. They could both go back and forth on their expectations of this. Michael knew that he isn't the type that people stick with for long.
"I don't hate you, though. I hate how you treated Alex but if he's moved on from that then," Michael shrugs. Kyle's shown he knows how to treat Alex good now and that counts for something. "What do you want to know about me?"